Quiet
Okay, so people have been writing asking if I am A) dealing with copious amounts of pet bodily fluids (yes) or B) playing with my puppy (yes) or C) dead (not that I am aware of.)
The truth is that I don't actually know what's wrong with me. It's a little like depression, this feeling, but I am not depressed. I feel a little bit like I'm coming down with something, but I'm not sick. I'm not getting much done except basic tasks. I'm coasting. I'm just sort of...quiet. I seem to be resting up for something.
I KNOW-- everyone is just a lee-tle afraid.
Maybe this is part of living in a place that has seasons --maybe as you get in touch with the cycles of the earth, you also get in touch with your own ebb and flow. Maybe it's necessary to lie fallow for a time before beginning some new season. Maybe it's like the firewood we just had delivered--it has to season for a time before it can blaze forth.
Maybe I'm coming down with something.
The great thing about this quiet before the storm is that I don't quite know what shape the storm will take. Will I be inspired to work and finish my novel? Will I tile the basement? Is there a big landscaping project in my future?
I don't know, but I'm laying in a lot of sock yarn just in case.
The truth is that I don't actually know what's wrong with me. It's a little like depression, this feeling, but I am not depressed. I feel a little bit like I'm coming down with something, but I'm not sick. I'm not getting much done except basic tasks. I'm coasting. I'm just sort of...quiet. I seem to be resting up for something.
I KNOW-- everyone is just a lee-tle afraid.
Maybe this is part of living in a place that has seasons --maybe as you get in touch with the cycles of the earth, you also get in touch with your own ebb and flow. Maybe it's necessary to lie fallow for a time before beginning some new season. Maybe it's like the firewood we just had delivered--it has to season for a time before it can blaze forth.
Maybe I'm coming down with something.
The great thing about this quiet before the storm is that I don't quite know what shape the storm will take. Will I be inspired to work and finish my novel? Will I tile the basement? Is there a big landscaping project in my future?
I don't know, but I'm laying in a lot of sock yarn just in case.
Comments
and sock yarn stashing is a great remedy for everything!
(Hi mom!)
I wish I weren't' so broke I would lay in a stash of sock yarn also. (30 rows done on my leedle sockie..eek)
Chin up dear friend, 'this too shall pass'.
Skies have been pretty gray for a while, maybe it's just the light. Maybe you are more sensitive to that? Seasonal Affective Disorder, only more like Seasonal Quiet Disorder?
Or not.
Or you could just try cleaning and organizing a mess. That usually jumpstarts things for me.
I like the "laying fallow" part. The calm before the storm (I love a good storm!)
Then again, new sock yarn arrived at my house - just as the remodeling got out of control.